The Mafia Don Rejected Her… Then Learned She Was Dying Chapter 02
“Serafina, are you serious?”
Adrian stared at the paperwork in shock.
“You’re transferring all the land and properties your parents left you to Don Alexander? Those assets belong to your trust.”
I remained calm.
“My parents also left me a substantial trust fund.”
I smiled faintly.
“It’ll cover my treatment.”
I glanced out the window.
“I’m not coming back.”
“The properties can be my way of thanking Alex for taking care of me all these years.”
After a pause, I added quietly,
“Besides, I caused him plenty of trouble growing up.”
It was hard to believe how different I was now.
Six months ago, Alexander’s rejection had shattered me.
I still remembered his words.
“Serafina, do you have any self-respect at all?”
His voice had been ice cold.
“Stop clinging to me like someone who can’t take a hint.”
Back then, every syllable felt like a knife.
Now?
I felt almost nothing.
Looking at Adrian, I said softly,
“Alex’s wedding is the day after tomorrow. He probably doesn’t want to see me there.”
I slid the document toward him.
“Could you give this to him for me?”
The property transfer agreement was my second wedding gift.
Adrian accepted it solemnly.
“I will.”
After thanking him, I returned to the estate.
The housekeeper handed me an international package that had arrived earlier.
Inside was a Swiss SIM card sent by Dr. Liam Carter.
For the first time in months, I felt completely at peace.
Over the next two days, I stayed at the estate.
Before leaving forever, I wanted to see Alexander one last time.
A proper goodbye.
Perhaps wedding preparations had kept him busy.
He didn’t return until the final night before his ceremony.
The last night before my flight.
When he arrived home, exhaustion was written all over him.
At that moment, I was in the middle of another violent coughing fit.
It felt as though my lungs were tearing apart.
The sound echoed through the house.
Panicking, I hurriedly reached for my medication.
Then Alexander opened the door.
And I coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Bright red blood splattered across the floor alongside scattered white tablets.
My heart nearly stopped.
I went pale as I desperately searched for an explanation.
Alexander merely curled his lips in mockery.
“For a second, I thought you’d changed.”
His eyes were cold.
“But you’re still the same.”
“No remorse. No growth.”
“Just pretending to be sick to get attention.”
I froze.
Then I laughed.
Tears shimmered in my eyes.
“You’re right, Alex.”
I gestured toward the blood.
“Just ordinary vitamins and ketchup.”
His expression darkened further.
His gaze lingered on my thinner frame beneath my oversized sweater.
His brows furrowed.
“Has the family been starving you?”
“Was there really a need to let yourself deteriorate like this?”
Then his eyes swept across the living room.
Because I’d packed away most of my belongings, the space looked strangely empty.
“And what’s with the house?”
His tone sharpened.
“It feels lifeless.”
My chest tightened.
Avoiding his piercing stare, I spoke through a throat made raw by endless coughing.
“You’re getting married tomorrow.”
I managed a smile.
“Getting rid of old things makes room for new blessings.”
“Alexander…”
I looked at him quietly.
“You’ll be marrying the woman you love.”
“I know you’ll have a wonderful life together.”
“A happy marriage. Children. A beautiful family.”
A mocking smile appeared on his face.
“The woman I love?”
His voice turned dangerously soft.
“A happy marriage?”
“Children?”
His eyes locked onto mine.
“That’s what you want to say to me?”
I didn’t understand.
What had I done wrong this time?
Then again, perhaps my existence alone was enough to irritate him.
If that was true, things would get much better for him after tomorrow.
Because this would be the last time he ever saw me.
Tomorrow morning, while Alexander left to collect his bride, I would be on a plane bound for Switzerland.
I took a slow breath.
Then I looked up at him.
For the first time, I offered him my blessing without reservation.
“Don Alexander.”
My voice was steady.
“I wish you a happy wedding.”
His frown deepened.
A trace of suspicion flickered through his eyes, as though he sensed something was wrong.
But my words were perfectly appropriate.
And my expression revealed nothing.
Before he could respond, I turned and walked upstairs.
Leaving him standing there alone.
